A little poem.

This poem was written on a blog by another (Diana) when she was in 12 grade.


Inside


Is there another part of me
To which I'm blind, from which I hide,
That only other people see?

I always preach humility,
Compassion is my joy and pride,
But is there another part of me?

I try each day to find a key
To realize what's there inside
That only other people see.

And yet through my self-therapy
I've wondered and to myself cried:
'Is there another part of me?'

I can't be me, Ican't be free
'Til I confront this other side
That only other people see.

And after all this, can it be
That only to myself I've lied?
Is there another part of me
That only other people see?